


The Christmas Special

by beefy_noods



Series: Romantic Comedy AU [2]
Category: Final Fantasy XV
Genre: Alternate Universe - Romantic Comedy, Chaos, Christmas Party, Fade to Black, Fluff, Funny, Implied Sexual Content, M/M, Mentions of alcohol, Proposals, Public Display of Affection, Series, marriage proposals
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2019-12-31
Updated: 2019-12-31
Packaged: 2021-02-27 03:53:20
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,405
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22050589
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/beefy_noods/pseuds/beefy_noods
Summary: Ignis asked Gladio to be the one to propose. But at what cost?//A continuation of "The Deal" a Romantic Comedy Gladnis AU. Although it is not required to read it to understand, there are mentions of it throughout!
Relationships: Gladiolus Amicitia/Ignis Scientia
Series: Romantic Comedy AU [2]
Series URL: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1524011
Comments: 5
Kudos: 59





	The Christmas Special

When Ignis told him he’d be fine, _It’d be fine_ , Gladio really wanted to believe him, but he was not fine.

Adjusting his way too tight tie, Gladio shifted his weight from side to side, barely listening to the group of people around him. He desperately wished to have something in his hands… a drink maybe? That was acceptable, right?

“Heya.” He piped in during a lull in the conversation, “Gonna get some champagne. Anyone want some?” Mostly everyone in the small circle had something already so they gave him their blessing to go ahead. Gladio did his best not to walk-run to the bar in the dimly lit hall.

Navigating through crowds of well dressed people, circular tables with heavy white tablecloths and expensive centerpieces, only lit by candlelight and the occasional chandelier overhead was difficult. This whole place was out of his comfort zone, just like this fitted suit.

He was much more used to the grime of a steel mill and the personalities that came with it.

But a quick glance across the room where his eyes met his handsome, poised partner, made him stop in his tracks.

“... damn it,” He cursed under his breath, nearly collapsing on the bar. There were other people waiting before him, so he folded his arms, burying his face in them as he exhaled a few shaky breaths.

Ok. It wasn’t the party.

It was tomorrow. He was freaking out about tomorrow.

Even though Ignis was none the wiser of his plans, he still heard his nagging voice in his ear. _You’re deflecting, Gladiolus_.

Yeah. Yeah.

“Sir. Are you alright?” The bartender’s charming voice cut into his moment, and he sat up straight, smiling his best smile.

“Just taking a breather.” He tried to seem smooth and composed. “Could use…”—He quickly glanced back to Ignis, who wasn’t holding a drink—“...two glasses of champagne.”

“You got it.” He was quick to return, which was not what Gladio wanted. But he accepted it nonetheless, turning and facing the crowded hall once more.

It was weird. He thought he’d be frozen in place, but watching Ignis brightly shine in such a dark room, made his feet move on his own. And before he knew it, he was standing outside of a small circle of well dressed, and most likely, powerful individuals.

“Got ya something, Ignis.” He said softly, approaching from behind, nearly melting when Ignis stopped, mid-laugh to make eye contact. A bigger smile grew on Ignis’ face, his eyes crinkling slightly as he turned on his heels, quickly changing his expression to a scolding one.

“Gladiolus. Where are your manners?” Gladio knew that voice. He rarely used it in public. It was mostly reserved for when Ignis was mock angry at him for groping him while he was cooking or goading him on when Gladio was holding back, not fucking him into the mattress ‘hard’ enough. Gladio didn’t hold back. Ignis just made him work the extra mile.

Scratching the back of his head, he looked upon the group of four business men and women, varying in ages but all dressed to the nines. Ignis still looked better than all of them, his red suit was eye-catching, and the leopard print pocket square was extra, but somehow he pulled it off. He blinked, realizing it had been a second. “Uh… sorry for interrupting.”

Ignis rolled his eyes. “No. You neglected to bring the rest of the group drinks.” It was obviously a show of politeness _and_ teasing. Ignis sure liked to put Gladio in his place all the damn time.

Ignis was lucky he liked it.

A brunette woman with a bright blue dress brushed it off, “I am quite alright.” She tipped a glass of red wine. “Don’t scare him away, Ignis. I’ve been dying to meet him.” She extended her hand. “Pleasure to meet you, Gladiolus, I’m Monica, Ignis’ assistant.”

“Oh!” He happily shook her hand after Ignis took the second glass away. “I’ve been wanting to thank you in person. You’re one of the few reasons I can actually spend time with Ignis.”

The circle opened up for him and he stood close to his partner, their shoulders nearly touching. That wasn’t enough for Ignis apparently, Gladio felt his hand on the small of his back, pulling him closer.

Surprisingly, conversation came easy to Gladio in this group, they quickly delved into a conversation about their favorite shows. And Gladio finally revealed the value in all the binge-watching he started doing in the past few months after cutting his hours. They were in a heated debate about a new season of a fantasy drama when Ignis cut in, “I think this is a good time to bring us all new drinks. I’ll be back.” Ignis was walking away before anyone had the chance to respond.

“I’ll go with him,” Gladio hastily said, following Ignis without even thinking.

Ignis didn’t even look back. “I know you’ve been dying to discuss your shows with literally anyone who would listen. Go back and enjoy yourself.”

“You can’t possibly carry all those drinks on your own.” He protested, bumping shoulders with Ignis as they walked, “And you know, you could always watch them with me.”

“I have hobbies, Gladio.”

“No. You fill all of your days off with different work.” The taller man rolled his eyes, challenging Ignis with a fiery gaze.

“You don’t know that.” Green eyes narrowed back, and the two of them stopped proudly in front of the bar, toe to toe, ready to fight.

“Then what do you do when you go back to your apartment?” Ignis all but lived in Gladio’s house at this point. It was only the weekends until Ignis decided to stay on a Monday night one week… which turned into Tuesday… which turned into never leaving. Except for Saturday’s. Ignis would spend almost all day at his apartment or running errands, refusing to let Gladio come.

Ignis’ gaze softened. “I wasn’t going to tell you until the time was right.” He sat down in a bar stool, looking back to Gladio and gesturing him to sit. “I’ve been talking to a realtor about selling my condo.”

Gladio blinked. “Really?” He did what he was told, sitting down but making sure his body was touching his partner’s.

“It’s a waste of money at this point.” Ignis conceded. “Been going through my belongings, trying to decide what can fit in your house, what I really want to keep.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? You tell me everything!” Gladio huffed.

He looked down, shrugging, and said, “I wanted it to be a surprise once I got the offer. Maybe even start house hunting when that money came in.” Ignis turned and smiled, covering one of Gladio’s hands with his own. “To be honest, I’m jealous I gave you permission to propose. So-“

“So you wanted to one-up me!” Gladio shouted, laughing loud before pulling Ignis into his chest, squishing his head into it, “It isn’t a competition!”

“It is though,” he said, muffled into Gladio’s dress shirt.

It felt like the stress of the party melted away at that point. This small interaction, the reminder that they were both idiots, made Gladio grin, ear to ear. He sniffled, holding back tears for now, and pulled Ignis into a more proper hug, urging his head to rest on his shoulder as they waited for their turn.

“Who said I was done down there?” Ignis splayed a hand across Gladio’s chest, sliding it underneath his suit jacket, taking a big handful of the muscle.

“How drunk are you?” Gladio scolded.

Ignis showed no signs of stopping. “Had one glass of champagne tonight. So. Not at all. Why?”

“This is rare, that’s all,” Gladio was careful about his tone, despite how different it was for Ignis to be publicly affectionate with him.

Ignis moved his hand in question upwards, cupping Gladio’s chin gently. “I know this is stressful for you, but I really appreciate you being here. Having you around puts me in a better mood.”

“Oh yeah?” Gladio leaned forward. “Easier to talk to the stuffy competitors you begrudgingly invite?”

“Don’t even mention Ardyn when I’m trying to be nice to you, Gladiolus.”

“Sorry.” He held Ignis’ hand in his own. “I am happy to be here. I mean it.” He pressed a kiss to Ignis’ forehead, “I promise, it isn’t stressful.”

“I can tell when you’re stressed,” Ignis countered, voice firm, “You’re stressed.”

Gladio was quiet for a moment, taking in the atmosphere around them. “Okay. I was stressed. I’m better now that you grabbed my tit in public as if it was nothing.”

Ignis laughed pulling back with a sly expression. “I’m full of surprises, aren’t I?”

“No.” Gladio laid a hand on Ignis’ thigh, squeezing, and said, “You’re just horny all the time.”

“I am not.” Ignis said in a scandalized tone.

“Okay. Then you try to deflect situations that get emotional by being horny. I said it once. And I’ll say it a thousand times.” Gladio’s voice was getting louder, but still maintaining a joking tone.

“Gladio.” Ignis was hardly mad. “Fine. Fine!” He rested his head in his hands. “You win.”

“It isn’t a matter of winning.” Gladio’s voice became softer, then said, “Listen. I think it’s cute that you wanted to do a proposal of your own, and I wanted to say that.” Ignis brought his head up, making eye contact with Gladio now, “It means a lot to me.”

“You mean a lot to me.”

They stared at each other for a moment before it became hard for Gladio to not cry. Which wasn’t exactly bad, but the bartender happened to come up and ask for their orders at that moment (now that they weren’t feeling each other up). Luckily Ignis took the lead, taking their order with calm assuredness.

The silence stretched between them, which wasn’t an uncommon occurrence by any means. The two of them were rather comfortable with their companionable silence, it was one of the things Gladio valued the most about their relationship. It was enough to simply be.

A small tray of drinks was passed to Ignis and he deliberately took two glasses off, both whiskey by the look of it, and handed one to Gladio. “It’s been almost six months since we last sat in silence at a bar.” He said with a wink as Gladio took the glass from his hands, “So much has changed, and all has been for the better.”

Their glasses knocked together before they both emptied them in perfect sync, Gladio was smiling so wide it hurt. “You’re killing me tonight, Iggy.” He pushed his empty glass aside before rubbing his eyes. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“And it’s only the beginning.”

//

Gladio’s breath was beginning to slow down, the hammering of his heart in his chest was leveling out, and his eyes finally fluttered open to his dimly lit room.

Ignis was pressed against his side, a little more composed than he was, but still winded. It always baffled him how much control Ignis had when he was fucking Gladio. Ignis amazed him: his words, his actions, and even the way his own body reacted to the physical task. It was much different than Gladio’s way of making love, which was driven by feeling and the urge to give everything. Ignis called Gladio’s lovemaking passionate, something he apparently envied.

Gladio wished he could really explain just how much passion and love Ignis had. That passion was something Ignis so fervently denied or discredited himself about constantly. But Gladio felt it tonight in the gentle touches, the kisses pressed on every sensitive spot on his body, and the softened gazes that Gladio swore Ignis saved for him and him alone.

He turned just enough to kiss the top of Ignis’ head.

“I could stay like this forever.” Ignis spoke with a gentle tone before wrapping his arm around Gladio.

“We could.” Gladio offered.

“Don’t tempt me.” The smile on Ignis’ face was infectious. “I might just never get up again. Keep you hostage in your bed until death do us part.”

“Not a bad way to go.”

“Sweaty and covered in cum?”

“Horny alert.” Gladio swatted Ignis playfully. “I was going to say: next to the man I love.”

“Not a bad way to go, indeed.” Ignis propped himself up enough to look down at Gladio, ready to give him a kiss until scratching at the door made Ignis roll his eyes and turn over to the other side of the bed. “The dream is dead.” Ignis mock shouted, “Thanks Duke.”

Gladio groaned, sitting up and looking over to Ignis longingly, “Wait for me.”

“Done plenty enough of that already, big boy.”

Gladio slammed his pillow down on Ignis’ side. “Shut up.”

With Ignis’ laugh behind him, Gladio began to tug on some sweatpants, tightening the draw string and muttering some useless words directed at Duke as the dog continued to whine at the closed door.

Gladio stepped out into the small living room, stopping Duke from barreling into the bedroom. “Come on, I know. I totally ignored you when I came home. I’m terrible.” Duke was already running towards the sliding door impatiently tapping his feet against the floor, body shaking as he whined with Gladio’s attempt to keep up.

When Gladio slid on his infamous flip flops, Duke was full blown whining, pawing at the door, the whole bit. “I’m so sorry. Here.” The second the door opened a fraction, Duke wormed his way into the space, squeezing himself by and running full speed around the yard in a burst of energy.

Gladio snorted, stepping out onto the back porch, unaffected by the cold winter air as he picked up a tennis ball and started a game of fetch.

Time went by, and the cold quiet of the neighborhood brought him back to anxiety that hung over him earlier that evening. There was no Ignis to distract him. Only the thoughts of him, and the thoughts of letting him down.

His head felt light and he brought himself to the ground, crossing his legs and hanging his head low after a throw.

Duke dropped the ball perfectly in his lap, and nudged his snout against Gladio’s face, licking him. “Hey… hey. Sorry, bud.” Gladio rubbed his ears. “I’m not feeling too hot. You got any advice?”

Duke took the ball in his mouth, panting and forcefully urging Gladio to take it. “Alright. One more throw.” He tossed it and Duke bounded after it, returning in seconds. This time he slammed into Gladio, bringing him down on his back, looking for a wrestle.

“So I just gotta be persistent, huh?” Gladio retorted, playfully fighting his dog, “Confident with that fighting spirit I know he loves.” He got a hold of the tennis ball and threw it again. “I can’t give up.”

“I can do this. And it’ll be great.” Duke sat down in front of him, cocking his head. “Thanks,” Gladio tousled his fur and stood, leading them back inside, where Duke jumped onto the foot of their bed, turning until settling down into a perfect curled position.

But Gladio was greeted with an otherwise empty bed, which wasn’t all that surprising, considering the bathroom’s door was wide open and streaming light into the room. Gladio glanced inside and saw Ignis practically submerged in a bath, steam wafting out of the room.

“What? You didn’t even wait to ask if I wanted to shower with you?” Gladio whined.

“I told you that I was tired of waiting.”

“Why a bath tonight?” Gladio inwardly began to panic, this wasn’t part of his plan.

“You know how I get after sex. I’m wide awake and this’ll calm me down.” Ignis looked over. “You are welcome to keep up tradition.” He gestured to the tile floor next to the tub. “I’d love the company.”

Gladio had to steel himself. It wasn’t completely ruined. The day had just shifted. God, he just hoped Ignis wouldn’t be caught in the technicalities of the time frame to hold to their deal. “Alright. Give me a sec.”

He rummaged into a small keepsake box in his top dresser drawer as Ignis piped up, “Don’t get a book. I want to talk.”

“Fine.” Gladio was lucky he found what he was looking for, stuffing it down his front pocket of his sweats, precariously keeping his hands in both of his pockets to stop Ignis from getting suspicious. He stepped forward into the bright bathroom, smiling as he noticed Ignis eyeing the low riding sweatpants. “Horny!” said Gladio. He sat down next to the bathtub, resting his arms on the edge as he stared at Ignis with a happy grin.

“This wasn’t an emotional discussion. I was simply staring at my perfectly sculpted boyfriend who happens to hit all of my buttons.”

“Oh do I? Tell me more.”

“No.” Ignis closed his eyes, sinking further into the bath, resting his head fully on the edge of the tub with a content expression on his face. In the harsh lighting of the bathroom, Gladio could see every freckle and wrinkle that textured his face. His wet hair was pushed back and laying down flat. Ignis looked vulnerable.

“I like this routine of ours.” Gladio dipped some of his fingers into the water, enjoying the smell of lavender now that he was this close, a smell he associated only with Ignis now. “It’s almost perfect.”

“It’s perfect for me.” Ignis flicked some water at Gladio. “I don’t need you in my baths.”

“Come on. Not even if it was big enough for the two of us?”

“You’re gross.”

Gladio barked out a laugh. “How mature.”

“I pride myself on that quality, yes.” Ignis opened one eye. “Is Iris coming over tomorrow? You never told me.”

“Ah.” Gladio scratched the back of his head, Iris’ usual Sunday visit was put on a temporary hold just in case his plans got in the way. “Maybe. Depends if we have time.”

“Why wouldn’t we? We both have the week off for the holiday.”

“Yeah, but you told me preparing for the party would take some time.” Gladio attempted weakly.

“Which is in three days.” Ignis leaned forward. “I don’t need _that_ much time.” He mocked offense as he said, “Are you doubting my skills?”

“No.” Gladio laughed, “Didn’t want to step on your toes is all.” The longer he waited, the longer Gladio’s shoulders began to tense up, his palms getting clammier by the second. Ignis’ pointed stare wasn’t helping.

“Something has been up tonight, Gladio.” Fuck. “I know the party was stressful, but you did great. You legitimately had nothing to worry about. I mean that.” Gladio’s expression turned sour. “What?”

“You really know me too well, you asshole.” He conceded with a deep sigh, “What tipped it off?”

“For one.” Ignis reached behind his head, tugging his loose ponytail out. “You never fixed your hair after we made love.” Ignis was a little too good at fixing it, knowing exactly how Gladio did it, and even tugged out the pesky hair that always fell despite Gladio’s best attempts.

“What else?” He grumbled.

“You just seem tense. I tried to help earlier but… I guess I failed.” Ignis’ expression seemed tired. “And now Iris not coming over… are you having a fight with her?”

“No! Gods no. Oh my god…” Gladio practically yelled, “And it isn’t you.”

“Then?”

“I don’t know how to measure up.” His voice wavered, “That’s it.” Really that was the honest to god truth when it boiled down to it. “Ever since we started seeing each other, at every turn you’ve gone above and beyond what any of my partners have ever done for me, with me… god. You’re just so perfect and funny…”

“And smart.”

“Exactly!” Gladio grabbed him by the shoulders, looking desperate. “I’m an idiot!” They both started laughing.

“You’re my idiot.” Ignis held Gladio’s face in his hands. “And you can tell me anything. I promise.”

“Even if you think it’s stupid?”

Ignis snorted. “I think everything you say is stupid.”

“God.” Gladio shook his head, reaching down into his pocket for a small velvet box. “Ignis Scientia.” He opened the small box, revealing a simple gold band. “Will you be mean to me for the rest of our lives?”

Silence.

Gladio expected a quip, excitement, anything.

Instead Ignis was staring at him with a wide expression, unmoving, and Gladio attempted, in his sudden full blown internal panic, to keep his smile wide and huge. His face hurt from forcing it.

But as time went on Gladio went into a frenzy of self loathing that only escalated as Ignis dropped his head forward. All Gladio could see was his bottom lip quivering and a furrowed brow. The forced smile dropped and Gladio set the box on the rim of the tub, closing it gently.

Gladio didn’t even know what to say. He felt hurt in his own right, but knew he fucked up. Ignis’ hands on his face dropped into the warm water of the tub, and choked sob escaped him. A noise Gladio had never heard from him, or wanted to hear for that matter.

His body moved before he thought better of it, and he wrapped his arms around Ignis’s shoulders, pulling him into an awkward embrace. His hand held the back of Ignis’ head, tucking him into the crook of his neck, allowing him to cry more if need be. “... I’m sorry.” Gladio tried to keep his voice steady, and said, “You don’t have to say yes, if you’re not ready—“

“No!” Ignis finally spoke, and as muffled of a shout as it was into Gladio’s neck, Gladio heard the message loud and clear.

It took a lot for him to steel himself, but Gladio would respect Ignis’ decision. “Okay.” Gladio pulled back, looking at him with a tender expression. “I can wait. I promise.”

Tears were streaming down Ignis’ face. “You idiot!” He began to half laugh through his tears. “No! Yes!”

“No… yes?”

“Fuck. Yes. Yes. Gladio. I want to marry you..” Ignis rubbed his eyes, trying to collect himself. “I’m sorry. I just… can’t believe this is happening to me.” He exhaled shakily, “I’m… in disbelief.”

“You can’t believe this is happening to you?” Despite the conformation, Ignis didn’t seem any happier, in fact he still seemed upset. Gladio was relieved, at least, but he hated seeing Ignis like this. Hated knowing he brought him to this place. “ _You_ are the idiot! We made a deal. And I’m holding up my end of the bargain. Maybe we didn’t sign a paper or anything but… I take our transactions seriously.” Gladio puffed out his chest and flared his nostrils, and the tiny laugh that Ignis managed gave Gladio another opening to say, “That’s better.” He gently wiped a tear from Ignis’ cheek. “I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. It’s as simple as that.”

Ignis’ lip quivered more. “I don’t deserve this.”

“Okay. That’s enough.” Gladio stood and practically jumped into the tub, causing water to pour out of the sides, soaking the tile floor and bath mat.

“What are you doing, Gladiolus?!” Ignis hastily grabbed onto the ring box that almost spilled onto the floor.

“Holding you!” Gladio retorted, every movement was difficult, one of them was big enough for his tub as it was, and he grunted as he smashed against the side, only stirring the water more and making the mess worse. “Okay. Move.” He picked Ignis up underneath his chest, situating him on top of Gladio. Sounds of protest and the heavy splashes on the tile echoed, and soon Ignis wasn’t crying at all, only laughing and throwing expletives Gladio’s way.

“This is insanity.” Ignis huffed, trying to refrain from moving at all because even after so much water was emptied onto the floor, it was nearly at the lip of the tub. His hands cupped around the box delicately, and Gladio plucked it out of his hands, opening it.

“No. The fact that you think that you don’t deserve companionship is insane.” Gladio pulled the ring out of the box with his right hand. He held it up for Ignis to see. “I got this boring, cheap ring with my meager savings. Look at this.” He turned it over—there wasn’t much to see, no inset diamonds, no engraving, nothing, “And I arguably gave the worst proposal of all time.”

“And you made a complete mess of your bathroom.”

“Yep.” He delicately held Ignis’ left hand with his, positioning it so he could easily slide the ring on. “But. None of that matters. What matters is my promise to you, right here. Right now. It’s not some meaningless gesture, or something I’m doing out of obligation to a stupid handshake we made.” Gladio slid the ring on Ignis’ ring finger. It fit perfectly. “I will be by your side until my heart stops beating and then some. A world without you, is gray, and dull. But a world with you is full of light and laughter. You’ve given meaning to my life, and I never, ever want that to stop. Unless you kill me because I irritate you.”

“You are rather irritating.” Ignis sniffled.

“Come on. That was weak.” Gladio kissed his cheek. “I asked you to be mean to me for the rest of our lives, give me that punch. Those knives!”

Ignis turned slightly, meeting Gladio’s gaze with warmth and amusement. “How can I be mean to you right now?” His voice was soft, he added, “Not when you’ve done the impossible. You…” —He fully turned his body so they were pressed chest to chest—“have made me believe in love. I never did. At least not… for me.” Ignis pressed his right hand over Gladio’s heart. “But I love you. I love you so damn much that I am afraid of losing you. I’m afraid that you’ll realize you’re too good for me.”

“Never.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You don’t have to understand, Iggy.” Gladio kissed his forehead. “Let it happen. Fall into it.” Gladio cupped his chin, tilting his head upwards so their lips were basically touching, “I’ll be right here to catch you.”

**Author's Note:**

> //
> 
> //
> 
> I did a poll on my twitter to like.... ask about what I should write next and everything EXCEPT this was smut. I just got in the mood to write the rom com boys this week. My christmas was rough, I got pretty sick, and life stuff was upsetting. 
> 
> In a lot of ways, these boys have been a huge pick me up in an otherwise depressing and hard year. I have spent a long time building up an art career and almost lost it. Lost faith in my drawings, in my writing, and everything. But around the time I started The Deal, I ALSO began a pitch on a new comic that is being wrapped up at the end of the week. It's really wild to me. And I feel kind of emotional about the new beginnings and what this story meant to me.
> 
> I went from hating everything I made to finding confidence in my voice. And I just wanna say that y'all were a part of that for being such a supportive community. I wanted to stop fighting. But you made my life fun again. Thank you so much.
> 
> And I really couldn't have made it without Musterings1 editing this and overall being an incredible friend and writing pal. I learned so much through talking to you and I am so happy to be your friend. Yeehaw.
> 
> Julie, Rhys, Amiel and like.. legit so many other people have made this year possible.
> 
> I'd also like to thank the contributors to the Parallel Love - A Gladnis AU zine! Thank y'all for being so great, and if you haven't seen me shout about it GO and buy yourself a copy. The proceeds go to the Trevor Project. 
> 
> https://parallellovegladnis.bigcartel.com/
> 
> And you can hear me yell about Gladnis on twitter anytime.
> 
> https://twitter.com/beefy_noods
> 
> I don't know if it is the end of the rom com, but either way, it's been a fun ride right?? <3 
> 
> Thanks and have a happy new year!


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